Could have been a contender
through the schemes,
I have dreamed upon,
gardens of poppies
nighttime  shade
against the moonshine.

Hold on to my pensiveness,
open my eyes
forget the time!
Night time changes
before the dawn,
anonymous again
The sky is grey
elbows on dry books, we dreamed

A new emotion
over convent arches
rarified as time itself

Her fourteenth spring
long the ghost of childhood

What made her  shake and burn
yet gently unraveling
by a nearby teacher

Muntjac deer sipping from the river
wild marigolds shimmering in the early light,
cast off the debris and prestige your head!
Cajolement  is its own spectacle
as a trickle of light shines
The Darkness dances staccato in its own accord
Between the silence and dew  lingers truth

You come in with another's coat
you are no one's daughter
you're as fat as a water buffalo
Rock N Roll won't save you
but Jesus will
my way your day
just like your morrows

You should be glad
Just an honest word
will prevail
Do you harken
to another's accord?
with potholes revealing a deeper danger

Death is a whisper.
An ungallant coat of one hue.
Black as a lagoon, washing
souls in turmoil.
Oh flock of night,
children pray to offer the
banishment of light.

In Galleys on the ocean
fabled times their voyage
A King's ransom
in search of Gold
Two women weep
for lost loves
On the Sunken coast
they **** and plunder
World in the scales
Bishops sit in judgment
Ash and Sand
The Poseidon rears
it's head

I am your stepfather
I saw your birth Mother's face
Scrawny and depleted
Never did I think this
would be a harbinger
for your finite size
I was told by the Vet you have
some Siamese lineage
Your intransigence
is at times too troublesome
Clawing me at the third stroke
but a Father always forgives his Son
Your eyes talk to me
with a haunting no comment
for any ascertainable question
I may ponder to ask you

I wrote pretty songs for you,
half expecting some applause.
Yet you walked away.
No sugar casing
just the improbable heart.

Rambling rose
longer than a summer's day
evenings out
A bright new start
like falling in love
White carnations
fabled tales
darting winds
covers the kind of love I have got for you

There is a wind in hell's chance
buried in voices in your head
before the war
the living and dead
A promise blind
as gentle as a two penny.
Johnnies smile, sweet enough to
make the young brides blush,
leading them through the tarnished avenue
Preacher man gave that boy a name
The promise is blind
see shamed guitar men run away

Records stand stiff with attention
some I wish to play,
if they ever get the attention of my stylus.
My friend many moons ago  made me mix tapes.
I called them treasure boxes although I was implying they wouldn't be listened to too much.
There is the truth we receive things but never warrant them enough attention.
Our minds are full of dust
unheeded cobwebs.

You called up my fantasies
but they weren't mine
What you feel is mainly uncertainity
Someone should warn you
not to overanalyze.

You believe lines lay overhead
Impatient for the consummation
your easterly summer is Furlong

Green is the hollow wind calling
whose myriad leaves have rotted down
It's the tiptoe through the woods
that persists the foraging trail
Green is the high hills
that concedes the end of the journey

If your fingers grew tied
in  rhubarb dye,
home becomes such a refuge.
Like the moon going down the alcove,
a woman suffocates
in the blazing  kitchen.
Homesick in London
marigolds are restful,
let's bury all our desires,
neither have emotions or conflicts,
in the confines of  surreality.

Remember the first photograph
before the cool of summer was spent,
the drench of rainwater presided.
A woman  scorned,
past lovers travail,
come on here's a message in my head,
so we can plant the beating of your heart,
and watch the fields turn green,
wake with pride,
to the banality of bullfrogs shouting,
whilst the war goes on.
With an optic view of a grave,
howling with  blood.

Time bedeviled
in the dawning of a new day
I identify fidgetiness as a primal enemy
I use eBay to buttress my feelings of emptiness
A newly acquired second-hand
Technics SL D303  to play Billy Lawrie
on 45rpms
I retrospect my bearings
gently facing the vistas
of lockdowns and quarantines
and friendliness

The rope seems hung
and the time spent seems present
Beware to balance the wire
and sight what we see above
of your changing seasons
so that we are acrobats of love
under travelled lights

Their dulcet tones
feeding them by the runcible spoon
Is there a calamity in their velocity
Their earthly maneuvers
makes us a vision of beauty
Glances that make a betrothal
yet there's no omission
Just an absorbency of perfection
serving the spirit

The Tory whale flounders on the seashore
The young have lost respect for politics
The Boris factor has contaminated the gene pool
And now the Torys have a feel for entitlement
in the shape of  Sunak,  Tory boy hereditary
Wealth doesn't make for noblesse oblige
it goes for Green cards
and now Truss in her Thatcher grandese guise
is coming second best
God protect us from these collasal beasts

The Torys aren't fit to govern their lesser sums
Red walls will relapse
Labour will ensure,
and Blue Walls will  fall
with SLD  bricks to replace.

Under open skies,
there are no lies
looking forward not showing
you robbed what was mine forever.
Where you ever over curious,
that made you weak.
You say you are unique
but I've seen the self-pity,
chase the sun
that brought us together.

elated amongst others
kind as a woven spell
clean as housework furnished
a tufty moggie for all seasons

bathing in your after care
you make a mensch of us all
countless others cant compare
to your inseparability
and after care

Watch strap down
Do you think of dying when dancing?
It's true anyone can fall in love!
and break all the rules
that without love
we are in hell
Birds fly upwards
the sky was ravenous

Southern boys speak loftily
in the winter they keep you warm
in their log cabins
In Spring they don't mind the climes
They are reborn,
showing photographs of the farmstead

A wooing softness becomes them
Southern boys
have plenty of feelings
their aim is good                  
Recouping the truth
Butter melts in their mouth

Buxom Alice dug her heels
into the soft yielding sands
at her craggy shack
she pulls apart dragonflies wings
Intent as a Man-Eater in the making
The scurrying Dormice exasperated

Submerge yourself with sorrow
make every wish aloft,
cease the leaves of lead.
Soon they will be unenvied by them all,
bream like the sullied.

Grief as sure as a fired gun.
A house without windows,
and when the door opens
they glisten of earthen ware
within a cold summer murmur,
words are all the same
a tapestry for the unfulfilled
and God is weary of the rain

Struggling daffodils that cannot vouch
weighed down by the rain
As summer falls back, slips
The birds sing their sullen songs
from the tree shades
and yonder there is a scant sun
the foliage faded into brown

Someone schemed a forgotten dream
Taking their chemise dress into the rain
Until the Sun blossomed again

Pale daughters,
don't follow their familial line
or wash behind their ears
laved in white light,
they sport a smile when necessary,
compelled by a accidental mischief
pencils of exclusion,
rendered in the shade
We wouldnt go dancing on an almost air.

Your cat, cool and domesticated
runs with our chaotic life
of tubular bells, internet innoculations
and nonarrival of dustbin

To her, our lives must be hellish
with its discordance and moral panics
What a wonderful creature
for putting up with our foibles

i'm the dancer in the cool winter blue
with a smile that travels 20 yards,
i snare the ****** with a gaze
because i'm nobodies captive.

He sprites like an ethereal dandelion
in the thickets of the time continuum
Starlight trooper shadowing the orbit

One hand hoovering
the other is in touch down mode

Planet Earth Ministerial
Like the old skool playground
Comes in rollers of orange and green
This space-age ******

Winter comes like a thwarted bride
dispensing her sullen linen
snow sunken ha ha's
meeting Jack Russell mid bark
laughing at the hubris of the fallen leaves
with shadowed pavements
Oval Moon
stripped trees like painted black pylons
Hard clumpy soil
Stark Raven searching scavenged food
no velvet fields

Order  has a long-endured shadow.
Like a fire learning to burn.
I've fought hard for the easy life
seeking order,
in the natural economy.

We have a recognition,
with the season's slip,
lit bright against the houses.
Standing to it all
forever an early October song.
The disorientation of a citizen.

Musing hastenings this veiled platitude
between a rock and hard place
you figure a path
galloping as best as you can
remembering history
with your electric  contact
the hum of a heater
eddies these days

Nobody cares but me
Soaring on the air
were trees higher than the breeze
Did it spiral away?
Could you hear it?
Somewhere on the line
I lost all track of time!

You're all alone
childlike tendencies
You're at the bottom of the barrow
you need to help yourself
but if you can't take the gamble

Backbeat the weather is hot
Sometimes I feel like the desert
it's enough to drive you to the sand

I cut her pages out once,
naked with her ambition,
now dashing her analogous dreams

The spotlights smeared
her with guilt.

She is talking about her banal dreams
with the art of withholding

She will be needlessly pleading,
a labyrinth; gnawing; insisting,
hold your penitence
the need will follow her

Lord you are our maker,
who daily gives his love and kindness,
protect us against those that deframes your righteousness,
grant us civility  and the rod of justice
to carry your deeds

Lays like a tiger
Head titled upwards
Pure survival
dreams of the stars
no apologies thereafter
Eyes jettisoning
through the layers
of impartiality

Semblances have fought their war
and won.
I'm mighty flattered you follow me
Twilight silhouette
Blackbird gaze
one last fish in the pool

Bandages worn
Surrender soon
A riposte again
Old Soldiers die
in a must deciduous fashion

Autumn's crumbs offer a crescendo
of  calm delight,
plies on the autumnal  filler
of reds and yellows
goldy elms,
until a silent thrush at night
before the crumbling black wall.

I hear her purr
like a Venetian  canopy
Back to Back, I seek her advice
and she is the cat they
pulled from the sack
Quite undeserving!

Darkness will not separate us
We Clover in truths
curled and nodding

Raindrops falling on the windowsill
A lone man standing in front
he's got not much to offer
Jack frost on the tin roof
Old Man blags his finer days
Alley cat roaming the other way
Hot shot comparsions sometimes soon
is about to happen

In a country full of leaves,
adroit promises are made, and
willows shy.
Yet there is no one to walk with.
Like a sole flower  in the night
there's no one to talk with.
Remember who is your best friend now?
deciding it has its merits,
deeper than you planned.
The pale bush is deeper than you gleamed

She's sleeping in a rose tainted dream
she can almost sense the calm of the coast
Once she loved a man with hands of foam
his words went through her soul,
naked incessantly so
don't cry child the water is warm
there's a scope for listening
carried by the wind

Denizens and Harlequins doff their hats
in the bright morning light.
A lady plays the harpsichord,
where now the brambles grow.
Wild peacocks parade under the velvet lawn.
The World unchanged you said

A grass snake slithers where lovers lay,
but who remembers their story.
Impressions come and go
in the cold light of day
oh to gain a rainbow's end.

Amnesty  bellies up
as natural greed follows it course,
in semi darkness we stumble
remembering yesterdays seemed  gentler
Justice is reconstructed by keyboard warriors
Where is the balance of kindness
instead of your induced dystopia

I count the stones on my burial mound
Pursing  my hushed lips
not to convey a sound,
cave in my ill-spent wishes.

Tardy in time
fly like the swallow.
Lord it feels
like I am walking in liquid lead

Tepid was the night
The dreams came back,
slanting fast from the ***** of the emergent sun to the black pool

After much thought who cares
if Hendrix kissed the sky
or the madman ran through the fields
I's rather be moving on with Arthur Alexander
with Georgia on my mind
Then I shed a tear that the beat boom
ended the endearing early sixties pop,
where men From Dartford took reworkings of the blues,
refashioning Satisfaction as a paean.

The Beatles with their diminutive Yeah Yeah
Do you call that music ?
I surely miss Cathy's Clown
more than their Price of Love

Beneath the tree
a sparrow sounds familiar
this is the loneliest evenings hue

The Plane trees sing
their orbital rush
Sorrow is a foregone shadow
grazed by the evening's clouds

a wild blossom gathers moss
a bison searches mountains and further trails
for nourishment and there after